Couple of them aren't half bad. Masher tries to crawl his way up for a drink or two sometimes.

[ Which is hilarious. Become routine, that. Masher shows up in some poor sod, spins them about a bit, and John sends him on his way. Sometimes they share a drink before it all.

He winces, hissing slightly at the dab of the wet cloth to his scalp. ]

Food is good, yeah. [ He reaches out to touch the other man's shoulder, then Chas' face. He feels like he's holding something back, upset or something. ] You okay?